Fighting for my honor

All the affection he simulated, the fake warmth in his eyes, the mask he carried around me and the  counterfeit act of tenderness everything was just for show? This wasn't the man I liked. But the thing for which I should be concerned was, why did he fake everything and why was he doing, whatever he was doing to me, now?

We reached the door of the bar and a bouncer standing at front of it bowed his head in front of Alantino and then smirked when he saw me. Was this one of his bars? Or worse was this some kind of fucking place for his men? 

Alantino opened the door and shoved me forward,I hit my head on the counter and that's when I realised it wasn't some ordinary bar. The lighting was all pink and red in neon and the small area was filled with smell of beer and so many floral scents. There were so many small cells inside it and few girls were serving liquor, naked. And the men were touching them wherever they wished to. My throat dried at the sight and I could not believe Alantino took me here,at this place and imagining the reason for it nearly made me faint. 

I glanced at him and he was staring me in the most dangerous way that made me shiver. I had never encountered that part of him. It wasn't meant for me. It was meant for the world to keep them scared of him but with me it was different, I was his lady and he was ought to protect me. This was what he said to me on our first date when I flinched at his touch. Why did he fake it all? Why? Before I realised tears started filling my eyes,blurring my vision. I was barely able to keep myself conscious. My mind couldn't process my surroundings and my heart wasn't even ready to think of it. It felt like a bad dream when I knew it wasn't. The dream I have thought of was the one which included Alantino and a good family with him. It was all shattered now and I was all broken now. 

"Why are you doing this?"

I managed to ask him, controlling my tears and I had to apply the pressure more than usual on my vocal chords to speak. 

"What am I doing babe? I am showing you your place. A whore should be kept in a whorehouse, what did you think, I would keep you with me at my place? Then let me clear it, you were certainly wrong."

His words felt like the most destructive weapon that left me dazed. 

"Why did you pretended to be nice to me, when this is what you planned for me?"

I was furious but my voice betrayed me as it came much lower than I intended. 

"To make you feel even worse. Your father the alpha of eastern Italy, one of my biggest enemy. Do you think I would forgive him that easily? He needed to pay or someone needed to pay on his behalf. So why not you sweetheart?"

Can he just stop now? Even I had never liked my father's deed all my life, why was he making me pay for the sin I never committed? 

I got up on my feet, my knees were shaking but I decided not to pay attention to it and tried walking toward the door. But even I knew Alantino won't let me out. He grabbed my arm in a most painful way and shoved me in front of him. Was I a toy to him? 

"No baby, you can't leave just now. As I told you, the fun has just begun."

His voice was cold and the smile on his face was menacing. 

"What are you going to do?"

I asked even when I had already imagined what he was up to. His smirk widened and narrowed his eyes toward his left and a tall man, few inches shorter than Alantino, came towards us and when he approached he first bowed his head in respect to Alantino and waited for him to say something . He might be one of his soldiers. He glanced at me from head to toe and his gaze was making me nauseous. 

"Take her to the basement and teach her well."

Alantino ordered and I was trembling, my legs weren't strong enough to keep me steady. It felt like I would faint any moment. How could he do this. I was his wife. His responsibility. The guy looked at me again with a smirk and his gaze already started undressing me. He tried to pick my wrist but I shoved him away, I don't know from where I managed to muster the strength to shove him so hard that he hit his head on the bar counter and was bleeding. I felt a bit of burden lighten from my chest when I saw him bleeding but then, it wouldn't stop Alantino to make me pay. 

Alantino's expressions changed and he was looking much more dangerous now. He made me turn to him and slapped me on my right cheek that I fell on the ground, tears never leaving my eyes. I looked back at him and his face was hard, without any expression. The man got up and felt the blood from dripping from his head, through his hand then gave me death glare,if he got the chance, he won't spare me. Alantino turned to him and said, 

"She is all yours tonight, Sandro. I would prefer you to take her to one of the booths, I don't think we need privacy for her anymore. Do whatever you want. I don't care."

He said and walked towards the entrance door. Leaving me on that shabby, lewd place with all the dirty eyes on me and for those women, who worked their, they didn't pity me, they might have thought what a loser I was.

 As soon as Alantino left the club, I tried to escape but Sandro stopped me and pulled me towards him and grabbed my waist in the most disgusting way. I wanted to run but didn't know how. 

"I will take you to the basement. I don't think the people here would like to encounter how you are gonna pay for your deed."

He whispered in my ear and I constantly tried not to lose consciousness. He dragged me towards a gate from where the stairs took us to the basement and he shoved me forward and I fell on the ground. My heart was beating at a rate that I thought it might explode any time soon. 

Sandro started undressing himself, giving me lewd expressions and I tried to grasp my surroundings to help myself. There was a door at the left of the hall beside some beer boxes. I wasn't sure if it was used now or not but I could take any chance if it meant saving my honour. Sandro was already out of his shirt and was removing his pants as well. My eyes fell on an iron pipe just few inches from me but I doubted if I can reach to it without seeking attention of him. Or worse what if he succeeded in reaching it before me. I slowly tried to scoot nearer to the rod when Sandro was having some issues with opening his belt. I scooted twice and now my hands were reachable to the rod. 

I tried to grab but soon jolted my hands as Sandro looked towards me. His eyes scanned me from head to toe, peeling each layer of my clothing out through his gaze. It took me everything in my body to keep myself calm and not do anything rubbish. He took steps towards me and knelt down in front of me, filling my vision. His bulge was clearly visible through the underwear he wore making me all the more sick. He touched my cheek and the started tracing his ugly fingers over my shoulder. It was the deadline for me, I couldn't handle beyond it and couldn't let him go beyond this. I shoved him hard applying all my strength and this time it was harder than the last time.  I quickly picked the rod and before he could get up I hit it hard on his head and he screamed out loud blood dripping from all over his head. I tried to run before anyone could come to help him but he seized the hem of my gown I tried to run but it tore my gown from bottom exposing my legs. I hit him once more on his hand with the rod and was now successful reaching the door. I tried to open it, I wasn't sure where it lead towards, I wasn't even sure if it was used or not but I was determined to escape. After few painful attempts to open it, the door finally opened and by that time Sandro was on his feet. I quickly rushed out of it and latched it from outside letting out a great sigh of relief. 

I looked around me it was the area where the garbage of the surrounding bars were dumped and I was relieved that it didn't took me back to some of the other cells of the bar. I threw my heels and started running from the place, not wanting to get caught by anyone. But I didn't know where I would go, if I went to my father he would probably kill me because,me running from the Russo meant war between the families and father wouldn't want that, there was no one I could rely on. No one at my side. But I kept running until a car's flashlight blinded my vision and ended up hitting me. There was a mere consciousness left in me which was lost when I fell down because of the hit and finally passed out.